fragments; recursive abstraction

[killed by a cellular phone explosion]

midorigin — Sat, 13 Jan 2007 07:34:00 +0000

to be old and wise you must be young and stupid

i don't believe in old and wise.
we're specks. flash! and we're gone.

but we're old and specks. specks of life.

an instant doesn't get old -
not if it can't see other specks.

oh, but i can.

[tear the gauze]

midorigin — Mon, 15 Jan 2007 23:59:00 +0000

Meanwhile, on a bench in Villette Square, Félix Lerbier learns there are more links in his brain than atoms in the universe.

[timeless]

midorigin — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 01:10:00 +0000

  just
ever
  so
   drawn
out
        :

(degraded)

["what appears to be a growing trend"]

midorigin — Tue, 21 Nov 2006 02:57:00 +0000

"Start with a homogeneous block of protons and electrons,
and watch it clump and heat up and dissipate...

clouds, stars, galaxies, planets, moons,
oceans, volcanoes, life, intelligence,
cities, cars, computers

Each system just increases the complexity
in the way energy is moved around.

A bit wishy washy, but it makes me feel good"

~Tsudo

[Provocation? By the fanciful lie of a vagrant fool?]

midorigin — Tue, 14 Nov 2006 02:27:00 +0000

The eyeball popped out into his palm, bringing a choking sound from the others who were apparently unaware of the Poet's artificial orb.
"Watch him carefully," said the Poet to the glass eye, and then deposited it on the upturned base of his wine cup where it stared balefully at the officer. "Good evening, m'Lords," he said cheerfully to the group, and marched away.

~ aCfL

[I fill my house with antiques;]

midorigin — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:58:00 +0000

"They don't make me happy, but they make it a more pleasant place to be unhappy in."

[as a corkscrew]

midorigin — Wed, 01 Nov 2006 07:59:00 +0000

frustration with available thought organizing software,
frustration still with pen and paper.

no outlet:

bottled up ideas brewed to madness

[come what may]

midorigin — Tue, 10 Oct 2006 04:39:00 +0000

Because you never hold on to the spoils you've won
All your triumphs in vain if you can't embrace a change
All the paths I've been down, I still have never found
Something lasting through the years
But all these worthless fears that mean nothing
Compare your life, your loves
To the vastness of the endless stars above

~THA

[FoV]

midorigin — Sun, 08 Oct 2006 20:49:00 +0000

c (13:31:44): remember you can always solve your problems by eliminating them

c (13:31:50): ie kill em all

[2113:itdwlod]

midorigin — Mon, 18 Sep 2006 04:13:00 +0000

president:
i would have killed him

leech:
did i tell you his motivation?

president:
yeah

leech:
a criticism

and a good one, that inside
i thank him for

though i'd never tell it to
his face, for fear of feeding
a growing arrogance

he can't know he's right.

[z-axis @ 75 Hz]

midorigin — Tue, 12 Sep 2006 16:04:00 +0000

reality.

[the sun will hear the grounds]

midorigin — Mon, 26 Jun 2006 08:21:00 +0000

...

the invisible step that lifts you up
as long as you (please) don't look down

[input]

midorigin — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 09:49:00 +0000

1. air
2. water
3. food
4. chaos

(as i create order) / (credit to Mod.)

[for the record,]

midorigin — Tue, 22 Aug 2006 03:37:00 +0000

this is zero.

[waterlogged wings]

midorigin — Wed, 19 Jul 2006 17:03:00 +0000

write me a whirlpool

[for everything you haven't done]

midorigin — Fri, 23 Jun 2006 10:30:00 +0000

negation
of recursion
version
post 2.0

[offer]

midorigin — Tue, 13 Jun 2006 07:20:00 +0000

a syllable for your sanity

[the past laughs last]

midorigin — Mon, 12 Jun 2006 06:04:00 +0000

sellout. you'd rather just shell out
     excuses for your time and again
          abuses of privilage and power; you're a
coward, kid. snap out of it before you hurt someone
     you love

[uncertainty principle]

midorigin — Tue, 28 Feb 2006 04:37:00 +0000

"i lie," i cried,

"i can never--"
"it is futile," i said,
i accosted myself.
i was disturbed at this;

round and round i sped.
i saw myself persuing the horizon;

and ran on.

~sc^-1

[down]

midorigin — Tue, 30 May 2006 04:43:00 +0000

(in a spiral to the ground)

the difference between a butterfly and a moth

[selfcontrol]

midorigin — Mon, 02 Jun 2003 04:16:00 +0000

Everyone has their own reasons for being who they are...
Here's mine.

Have you ever thought about breathing?
Like, really thought hard about it?

Notice how once you've started thinking about it
you're consious of every breath,
and every movement,
how deep,
how fast.
Notice how you're not too good at it?

You're used to the subconsious mind doing it for you.
You've been crippled by your own self.

You don't know how far you should inhale,
or how often to release.
You wonder how long it will be
for you to forget and return to normal.

What if you don't?

What if you never go back?
What if you suffocate
because you forgot to breathe?

Have you ever thought about thinking?
Like, really thought hard about it?

-I have.-

[Dankwansre]

midorigin — Thu, 09 Sep 2004 03:57:00 +0000

Nsuo n’amuna behye dan mu ma yenda
Me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan pan pan pan

M’akoma mu Linda wonni ho a mentumi nda
Me nkoaa m’akoma Linda oh Linda
Enne anadwo ye a yenda
Efiri se yeba abetoto yen pono yi mu
Ama yeasoso yen mu yeasoso yen mu
Senea biibia ntumi ntwa
Ye ntemo bra oooooo
Linda, Linda, meenna, menna
M’akoma mu Hemaa, Hemaa
Nsuo n’amuna bra ma yenda
Me nkoaa m’akoma mu do Linda
Enne anadwo dee ah ah
Yeebebo adwuma ma yeadwene abo
Akoko bon koraa me se yennte
Yendo n’Abena yeete
Enti fa w’ade no bra fie
Na nsuo no amunaaaa

Nsuo n’amuna behye dan mu ma yenda
Me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan pan pan pan

Odo mu nsemsem dee eye a na eye bebree
M’akoma mu Linda oohh
Nsuo no amuna nti bra ma yemfa odo mmom
M’aprapra me dan mu ase kete
Anadwo yi mebema wo latest ketche
Eye a gyegye me so na me tirim nye me de
Na me nso memaa odo aye wo de
M’anom Kinapharma m’atam me hammer
Enne anadwo yi basia wo to ara na m’ahyima
Enne anadwo yi ye me puu ye wo dwuma
Na yeahyease yede aye yen ho adwuma
Fa wo nsa nenam me ho na mennaa ei
Efiri se eno ara na mepe aa ei
Nye saa meda a mennaa ei
Batman abrantie se

Nsuo n’amuna behye dan mu ma yenda
Me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan pan pan pan

Obaa hemaa w’adonko to ei nti na ama w’afiri me nkyen na mentumi nna ei
Wone me Hemaa, w’adonko to ei obiara ntumi nnyina, O Lord
Meese woana me do aa e
Woana me do aaa e
Woana me do aaaaaaaaaa eeeeeee

Nsuo n’amuna behye dan mu ma yenda
Me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan

Nsuo n’amuna behye dan mu ma yenda
Me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan
Ebeye dwe se me nkoaa m’akoma Linda
Enne anadwo dee pan pan pan pan pan pan

~Batman

[We're on the other side]

midorigin — Thu, 19 May 2005 03:52:00 +0000

"It's impossible."

Atrus stepped out of the air into a huge, conical bowl of darkness. And in the middle of that bowl, at the precise center of the massive, mile-wide hole that pierced it, a powerful column of water - as broad as a river - thundered straight up into the darkness until it was lost from sight, a great spike of brilliant, crystalline light glowing like a fierce flame at its center where it emerged from the glowing depths.

Atrus stared, dumbstruck. He shivered then looked up, pointing out toward the great chute of water that cascaded endlessly into the night sky.

"Where does it go?"

Catherine laughed. "Did you ever wonder what it would be like to go swimming out among the stars?"

Ihe tunnel through which they walked was small- just big enough for them to walk upright-and perfectly round, like a wormhole through a giant apple, the passage unevenly lit by some property within the rock itself. It led down, continually curving, until it seemed as though they must be walking on the ceiling. And then they came out. Out into brilliant daylight. Out into a landscape as amazing as the one they had left at the far end of the tunnel.

They stood at the top of a great slope-a large rocky hill in the midst of an ocean, one of several set in a rough circle-each hill carpeted with bright, gorgeously scented flowers over which a million butterflies danced and fluttered.

And at the very center of that circle of rocklike hills, a great ring-shaped waterfall rushed inward at an angle, toward a single central point far below. Directly over that huge vortex, flickering in and out of visibility, were twisting, vertical ribbons of fast-moving cloud that appeared high up in the air then vanished quickly into the mouth of that great circular falls. With a shock of recognition, Atrus understood. "Were on the other side! It's the source of the great torrent ... it falls through .. ."

And even as he said it, his mouth fell open with wonder.

Huge thunderclouds massed at the horizon, rising up into the sky like steam from a boiling pot. Incredible thunderstorms, their noise muted by distance, filled the air out there, the whole of the horizon, as far as he could see to left and right, filled with flickering lightning.

It completely surrounds the torus, he realized, turning, looking back at the great hole in the ocean, remembering the great jet of water on the far side of that massive hole. There seemed to two separate forces at work here-one a jet stream force and the other a ring force to which the water was attracted.

Atrus blinked, then looked to Catherine. "You put most of the mass of the torus at its outer edge, didn't you?"

She simply smiled at him.

"So the gravity..." Atrus paused, his right fist clenched intently, frown lines etched deep in his brow. "That circle of gravity... forces the water through the central hole... then some other force sucks it up into the sky, where it fans out... still captured by the gravitational field of the torus, and falls down the outer edges of that field ... right?

She simply smiled at him.

"And as it slowly falls, it forms clouds and the clouds cause the storms and .. ."

It was impressive. In fact, now that he partly understood it, it was even more impressive than he'd first thought.

~RM

[find alternative method]

midorigin — Wed, 24 May 2006 14:21:00 +0000

[soundproof]

midorigin — Thu, 11 May 2006 06:59:00 +0000

turn my words
into syllables

inanimate